Almost Time
The time is drawing near, in moments I'll be able to sit comfortably, In the reassuring silence that holds me like a warm blanket of euphoria. Knowing, That in a matter of minutes, I'll be free of this bleeding soul, The incessant self hate, self tormentThat follows, Like a pathetic, twisted shadowA horrible, contagious, pitiful shadowThat spreads it's dark, disgusting shame. And there, Angels will sing praise to mock the demons in my head,That have climbed up from a tainted womb, Controlling every word that's saidPassing on their madness...All I ask for is to be freed, Freed and welcomed with a silence, A dark beautiful welcoming silence... Written August 1st, 1999 © on Oct 14 2001 08:51 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"The time is drawing near, in moments I'll be able to sit comfortably, In the reassuring silence that holds me like a warm blanket of euphoria. Knowing, That in a matter of minutes, I'll be free of this bleeding soul, The incessant self hate, self tormentThat follows, Like a pathetic, twisted shadowA horrible, contagious, pitiful shadowThat spreads it's dark, disgusting shame. And there, Angels will sing praise to mock the demons in my head,That have climbed up from a tainted womb, Controlling every word that's saidPassing on their madness...All I ask for is to be freed, Freed and welcomed with a silence, A dark beautiful welcoming silence......"